(A/N: Nope this isn't the sequel of Shards of the Truth yet, sorry guys… just something I wrote on a whim… hope you like it, anyways)
Storm Surge
Chapter 1:
The electricity crackled around her and she giggled with happiness as the torrential rain beat down on her skin. The force of the liquid made her gasp in pain and delight at the delicious wild storm surrounding her. Lightning flashed off in the sky and silently she urged it to come closer to her, her hair whipping around in the wind. She wanted to feel it on her skin, feel it sizzle the air around her. She laughed and spread her arms open to allow the wind to push her around and make her tumble. Thunder boomed and she twirled around under the beautiful, wonderful storm.
"Amber! Dinner!" her stepfather's voice echoed over the storm. "Come in, you're getting soaked." The girl sighed. "Obviously," she muttered. "What was that?!" he yelled back. "Nothing, Zach," she called. He nodded curtly and disappeared back into the quaint brown house that stood alone in the plains. Amber dropped her arms. "Bastard," she sighed, and then called out, "All right. Enough." The wind died instantly and the rain slowed to a mist and then disappeared completely. The grey clouds that had littered the sky moments before broke up and allowed the sun to shine through. The grass sighed gratefully at the end of their assault and the animals peered out of their holes to skip, delighted, into the sun. "Yeah, yeah," groaned Amber, a smile playing at her lips, "enjoy it while you can." She turned and ran across the soaking grass to the house, the scent of lavender fresh in the air and a rainbow lighting the sky.
"Wish I had a pot of gold," she murmured. "Then I could get AWAY from here." Tossing aside her soggy shoes, Amber pounded up the stairs and into her room. Stripping off her drenched clothes, she changed into a pair of dried clothes, sucking in her breath to pull on her rather tight jeans. Glancing in her mirror, she stopped to brush her long brown hair into a ponytail before opening the weathered door of her room to go downstairs. Her bare feet felt uncomfortable on the plush carpeting of the floor and she quickened her pace to get to the slippery tiles of kitchen. "You're late." Her mother stood in front of her, anger in her eyes and hands planted firmly on her hips. "Yea, I am. So deal." She picked up a piece of bread and spread peanut butter on it before flopping in her seat. "I MADE you dinner, Amber." Her mother ran a hand through her hair, attempting to fluff it up. It was always a sure sign that she was annoyed. "I don't want it," Amber snarled, biting into the bread. Her mother deflated slightly. "But- but I worked all day!"
"Good, it kept you busy." Her mother looked taken aback and her blue eyes clearly conveyed the hurt she felt. "I don't know what's gotten into you these days," she said, her voice shaky, busying herself with the dishes so her daughter wouldn't see how upset she was. "You've been so- Amber," her voice lost its unsure tone and became steely once more. Oh great, here it comes, thought Amber, leaning back to watch the fireworks. "Why is your hair wet." Her mother packed steel into every word- indeed, any other girl would've flinched. Not Amber. "Shower?" she suggested, finishing the last of her bread and licking the crumbs off of her lips. "You know very well it wasn't a SHOWER," said her mother through tight lips. "Oh, it wasn't?" Amber feigned surprise. "You weren't- Oh, Zach, tell me she wasn't-" Zach nodded grimly. "Yes, she was."
Her mother whirled back to her again, her blue eyes so cold with anger she could've frozen water. But Amber's chocolate brown eyes just stared back into the blue ones coolly. You had to admire her for how calm she could stay. "What have I said about- you know- doing that THING with storms!" Amber screwed up her face in mock thought. "Hmm…" she murmured. "Let's see… don't do it?"
"Yes!!! So do you mind explaining WHY you were… you were… well, YOU KNOW!"
"Actually, I do mind," replied Amber calmly. "May I be excused?"
"NO YOU MAY NOT! Young lady, when I get through with you-"
"It'll have to be later, Mother Dearest. I'm going to meet Dary."
"And WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT BOY! You are NOT going to meet him, Amber!" her mother protested shrilly.
"Actually, I am. Ciao." Amber slammed the door shut behind her. Amber smiled, hearing her mother's rants even through the large wooden door.
"That girl is out of control! Something MUST be done!"
"Something must be done, huh?" Dary laughed, his arm tight around Amber. "Oh yes, apparently I'm "out of control," Amber giggled. They always got such fun out of her mother's antics. "That's what I love about you," flirted Dary, planting kisses up her jaw line. She squirmed. "That tickles," she protested. Dary's eyes lit up and he grinned mischievously. "Oh, does it?" he continued kissing her and she squealed and tried to push him away. "Alright, alright!" he laughed, stopping finally when she started beating at his back playfully with her fists. "Don't bruise me!" Amber smiled. "Oh, I'm sure I'd bruise your football-weathered back."
"Hey, you've got fists of steel from cheerleading," he retorted. She rolled her eyes. "Uh huh. I'm SO sure." Actually, the kisses had reminded her of her hair whipping her neck during the storm, and that was something she kept separate from school… a life nobody must find out about. "Earth to Amber?" Dary had been wrapping her hair around his finger and Amber shook herself back to reality. Oh great, now that was stopping her from making out with her boyfriend. "Well, if you don't like me kissing you on the neck, how about other places?" she looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Come on, Dary, I've only been going out with you for a month." He laughed. "Well, sounds like the other guys were wrong." She sat up straight. "And what exactly have the other guys been saying," she asked dangerously. Dary was smart enough to sense danger and he tried to laugh it off. "Nothing, of course, I was just joking."
"Mmmhmm." She kissed him on the lips and then stood. "I had better get home."
"Why, your mommy gonna worry?" he whimpered, mocking her and hoping to get a laugh out of her. He succeeded and she said, "maybe I should stay here a little longer … to, umm, make her worry more," she grinned. Dary looked surprised. "Hah! Never mind, that look on your face makes me want to leave MORE!" she blew a kiss at him and left the room. How he had managed to get her into his room, she didn't know. After all, he wasn't that hot. Okay, maybe a bit. But she'd gone out with hotter. Sighing, she got into her car and turned the key to drive off quietly down the street. All of the lights were out when she got back and she opened the back door quietly so as not to make her mom and Zach awake. After all, she didn't think they'd be too pleased when she got home at 4:00 am.
"NICE TRY, AMBER!" the lights flicked on and there was her mother, sitting expectantly in the armchair. Yep, definitely not too pleased. "Try at what?" she mimicked innocently, blinking her eyes rapidly as if she could not believe her mother would possibly imply she would try something sneaky. "You were out with that boy, Dary, weren't you?" Amber rolled her eyes. "He's not THAT BOY, mom, he's my BOYFRIEND. And we've been together for a while, so you might as well get used to it." Her mother blanched. "You haven't- you haven't been- well…" Amber recoiled at the question- her mother curious about her sex life was way too disgusting- but regained quickly. "Now, why would I tell you that?" she asked coolly, and strode away, leaving her mother sitting on the armchair.
"God, what did I do to deserve such a daughter?"
Far away, something was watching Amber's house. Narrowing their eyes, they murmured that she wasn't using her powers properly.
"Initiate first call.
(A/N: This story starts out kinda as a "young adult" book as such above but don't worry, it gets into the fantasy aspect pretty quickly. Please review!)